Attending brand parties was exhausting, especially when you're already a globally famous idol and the oldest member of BTS.

Cameras clicking his pictures left and right, front and back.

Jin let out a sigh as he closed the door of his house and leaned his back against the door. "Fucking hell..."

Today he had to attend a party held by GUCCI, and he had been EXHAUSTED.

For a man who was 33, he still looked like an extremely handsome guy in his early twenties. Like literally. ARMYs told him too, that he must be a vampire for his strikingly youthful and handsome looks.

He was a strikingly handsome man with refined, balanced features that immediately stood out. Sharp yet soft eyes carried a calm intelligence, framed by dark brows and complemented by a steady, observant gaze. His face was sculpted without appearing harsh, featuring a clean jawline, straight nose, and smooth facial contours.

Pale, porcelain-like skin looked flawless and free of facial hair, enhancing his polished appearance. His lips were naturally full and well-defined, often resting in a subtle expression that could become either charmingly cute or effortlessly attractive when he smiled. Dark, neatly styled hair framed his face with soft layers, adding sophistication without looking overly styled.

His physique was lean, athletic from his time in serving the military before rejoining BTS like all his members, and proportionate, with broad shoulders, toned arms, defined biceps, and subtle but visible muscle definition that suggested consistent training.

He carried himself with quiet confidence and natural charisma. Despite his handsome appearance, he gave off a warm, approachable energy. He was intelligent, respectful, gentle, and surprisingly romantic, balancing playful humor and occasional sass with genuine humility, kindness, and the calm confidence of someone who was a loud extrovert.

Kim Seokjin was a vocalist and the oldest member of BTS, a K-Pop boy band group that is currently ruling the music world.

For a guy whose net worth is over 30 million dollars, this house of his showed it. High ceilings with floor-to-ceiling windows and a calm spacey vibe. This house of his was large, modern and perfect for you.

He looked at the clock while shrugging off his cream coat and taking off his tie.

12:30 AM. You must've fallen asleep by now.

Usually, he takes you with him to these parties. You were his girlfriend of nine years, afterall. You were with him when BTS was just another K-pop boy band.

But now that you were 26 weeks pregnant, you had become too sensitive and would've probably been overwhelmed by the crowd and the cameras clicking. You preferred calm, quite surrounding with low and dim lighting now.

He washed up in the bathroom downstairs, threw on a hoodie and sweatpants and walked the stairs upstairs towards the master bedroom.

The moment he entered the bedroom, he paused.

There you were, comfortably on the king-sized master bed, settled into a relaxed position against a large pillow. Your body was angled slightly toward the TV, one hand resting beneath your rounded midsection. You wore a soft, light-colored, fitted T-shirt and matching shorts that gently followed the shape of your body.

The most noticeable feature was your prominently rounded baby bump, which, in this imagined scene, reflected the appearance of being around 26 weeks pregnant. The fabric stretched smoothly across your stomach, emphasizing its curve while still looking comfortable rather than restrictive.

The 64-inch TV, attached to the wall, was on, playing some random show. And you were on the bed, back resting against pillows, dozing off.

He smiled. You stayed up and waited for him?

He carefully tiptoed and got on the bed, settling himself between your thighs, before wrapping his arms around your waist and lowering his head to rest on your rounded belly, his ear pressed against your stomach, careful enough not to jostle you.

Was his baby asleep in there, too? He wondered if it was a boy or a girl in there.